i do things to distract myself from reality. but doesn’t everyone? i’m not proud of it. but of course i won’t stop. one person’s reality is completely different from another’s. sometimes, living in a fantasy land is worth the bad side effects. and sometimes, reality isn’t worth anything at all.
"bonding hard as fuck...in a yurt."
three and a half weeks. a little bit less than a month. how much can change in that short period of time? apparently, a lot. it’s no secret that i’ve become extremely close with three amazing people since i’ve been hanging out in howell. to be completely honest, i’ve never clicked instantly with ANYONE in my entire life like i do with them. it’s crazy. usually i need...
Tumblr should be...
gairebear: A place to express yourself, not regurgitated things you deemed artistic that someone else created. I know you have a need to show people how “deep” you are… but seriously… Eat shit. Do it yourself. Creativity is from YOUR heart to another’s eyes, ears, or minds. I’d rather read a shitty poem you wrote or a bad painting you drew then see an interesting picture you found on google.
At least you’re gonna get laid.
our friendship will always be weird.
someone teach me the bass line!!!@#$!!!$%@#%^~!!
it's pretty much official.
everyone in this town is fucking dead to me. i’m glad the truth came out from so many different friends in the past few days. you’re sick of me? cool. you can’t stand me? cool! that’s only because this isn’t where i belong, and you’re all ridiculous. i’ve said this a million times but i’ll say it again: the sooner i move to howell, the better. i...
this summer, all i want is the following: becca, mike, & john. yurts, cabins, drugs, sing a longs, nature, a good job, mine & becca’s own apartment, hard bonding, marlboro red 100’s, nicknames, getting tan, l rides, jurassic park, & the beach. also, i don’t want to see leonardo AT ALL this summer. i really don’t. the only time i’m going to come back is...
by the way.
playing the “personal opinions” game was the best thing ever suggested cause after my ridiculous rant i feel like i don’t have anything bad to say about you anymore. unless you’re a dick to me. this post makes no sense unless you’re me, or the 4 other people that were yurtin’ it up. but. yeah. i feel like i got a lot of shit off my chest and the people that...
i can't believe it's only been a week.
but my life has changed DRASTICALLY. this sounds so bad, but i feel like i traded my friends for even better ones (except for a few select people i’ll always love.) and the person i thought i’d become closer with is the one who i never see. this is all backwards. i like it, but i don’t like it. whatever. i need to get out of my head. in other news, i wanna move back to howell...
i thought i could do it.
but maybe we really can’t be friends. i’m trying my best to make this work, but now i’m starting to think that some things just aren’t meant to be. i’m still going to try, i don’t give up that easy. not anymore.
R.I.P. Ronnie James Dio :(
one of my many musical heroes that i grew up listening to is gone. that sucks. i think i’m just gonna be obnoxious and blast holy diver all day today. <3
get me out of here.
i will always be hopelessly in love with...
“Oh man I love your smile.” I HATE YOU.
We’re writing a book about the homeland. I’m gonna get a really good...– a text i sent to keith at midnight on tuesday. sometimes i go a little insane, and that’s cool. ch3m1calz, man.
i'm going to end up killing myself tonight
yelah: i have no one to talk to, and i’m bleeding all down my arm. okay this really fucking scares me. haley, i know we don’t know eachother well at all but believe me, you can talk to me about ANYTHING. i’m gonna message you my number on facebook right now.
i was going to move to florida.
i was going to leave this september. i was set on leaving nj behind. but now…i realized the more rational decision is to move back to howell. i can’t believe what i’ve been missing the past five years i’ve lived in leonardo. SHIT’S WEAK. homeland > vacationland.
to be honest,
the closer i am to you, the safer i feel. it’s not like you’re a superhero or anything, but you make me smile no matter what you say, and no one else can do that. you’re the best person in my life.
vikinglimbs: hottentots: I just fucking found 11 Learning Takes A Lifetime demos. Eleven? ORLY!? Where the fuck did these come from…? I probably stole them from their merch table SRY GUIZ. like 11 CDs or 11 songs!? Which ones are they? I’m so lost haha ELEVEN COPIES OF SOMETHING SOMBER. Chillin in my closet aka the Black Hole of Old Band Merch hahahaha.
I just fucking found 11 Learning Takes A Lifetime demos. Eleven? ORLY!? Where the fuck did these come from…? I probably stole them from their merch table SRY GUIZ.
You made me such an asshole. I wish we never met.
STOLEN FROM AN AFRICA LANNNNNNNND.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines… he wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the...
whooooo things i miss
daddy, alice, local shows from 05-07, the yearz g0n3bi, freehold, having money to support my shoe addiction, not needing a job, endless supplies of sunny d, high school, jake, beach weather, my old laptop, kirby, motivation.
It just goes to show, that when the chips are down and life really...– Steveo